Nevada was a cruel plane of existence for anyone to live in. But people managed to get by in more ways than one.

For the members of SQ, however, this involved a lot of theft and murder. Too much of it to be considered morally acceptable, however morals were very bankrupt when it came to that region of the world. And for Deimos, the reckless technician of SQ, he lived to partake in the moments of robbery and heist. It was pretty fun for a guy like him to just kick his legs back and blow shit up.

Coming back from a mission that day, the man had a full package of supplies in his scarred, calloused palms. Kicking the door open, he plopped the crate down in the middle of the living room.

“We got a huge load of stuff,” he commented to no one in particular, puffing out smoke from the cigarette hanging from his lips.